The Little Swallow’s Ball

Take me to your

Aerial dining room

Take me to the ball,

Take me to a great trapeze

Take me to your call.

Take me to the vapour dust

Take me to the ball,

Take me to the timber tops

Take me in the fall.

Catch me in your sweetest glide

Where wheels are wings and why,

Catch me in a welkan aviary

Catch me in the wild.

Hold me in the lover’s home

Hold me in the nest,

Have me in the spring-hill rising

And in between the rest.